Cadaver: (n) a corpse.
I found myself at the bedside of a dying friend, as her family came in to offer their farewells.
Even though I knew the woman quite well, her kin were a little bit of a mystery to me. But each one came to her side, said a word or two, and she shared a
sentiment. Tears sprouted, they gave her a kiss and scooted aside.
There was a girl about twelve years of age who came up, said her speech, did not receive any encouraging words, but went ahead and kissed my friend anyway. As she pulled away the nurse stepped in, took a pulse, realizing that the lady had passed away.
The young girl lurched back in horror, and before she considered what she was saying, proffered, “Yuck! I kissed a dead person!”
It made me think.
Moments before, this was her great-aunt but because breath had left the body, she had instantly become a frightening cadaver.
It’s why we all work so hard to stay alive. The breath that the Creator breathed into us is what really makes us valuable.
Once it’s gone, we just become kind of yucky.